This past week, we had the Beannut baptized. The ceremony was held during her naptime and I worried that she’d be freaking out and unmanageable through the ceremony and sleeping off in a corner during our luncheon. Instead, she was nothing short of angelic. Similarly, on Thanksgiving, she didn’t nap enough and had been pretty tired . . . → Read More: Because She Doesn’t Have A Lot of Toys?
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So I am getting a little lazy with my all-organic, all-homemade, all-the-time routine around here. Some days, I admit, the best I can do is Whole Foods pumpkin muffins, oatmeal, and some peanut-butter and banana. And I cringe at the thought of her going without any veggies. But then I got wind of this green shake stuff . . . → Read More: Drinks For Beannuts So we’re finally getting this child cleansed of her original sin. And being the good Catholics we are, I figured we should at least show our faces at mass tonight since the baptism is in two weeks and we haven’t been to church in, oh, about eight months. Heck, we’re not even registered parishioners. Heck, we . . . → Read More: Baptismal waters… Mahom (me) Or, for that matter… hoods. She hates sweet potatoes and won’t let me give her medicine or supplements in any way shape or form (not even mixed in water); in fact, she won’t even drink water now that I’ve “poisoned” it once before. It’s imprinted. She’s like that. I can’t take her temperature. She screams. She insists on holding . . . → Read More: She Won’t Wear Hats He finally got me. Roughly two years ago, the BeanPa and I went on our first date. We almost never went on another one because, apparently, as the story goes, I wouldn’t let him rub garlic on my mosquito bite (which was on my toe). Two years later, on vacation, and perhaps a little more malleable … . . . → Read More: He Got Me … What is this racket? My child, dare I say, looks like she’s thinking about walking pretty soon. She’s taking her time, but I’m glad she is. Cause soon we’re going to be out of house and home to keep her in a constant supply of shoes. The guy at the local shoe store tells us they go . . . → Read More: The Price of Shoes… We’ve lived here a year and a half now–about six months short of when we first met. It’s been quite a year … and a half. If there were a dialogue bubble over our house, it would contain in it words like “hormones” “sleep deprivation” “rage” “frustration” “anger” “boobs” “poop” “tears” “laughter” “mayhem” … you get . . . → Read More: No More Bad Tree Because then you end up home on a Saturday night, pulling your hair out trying to get her back into her routine, which was never really much of a routine, but much more of a routine than this … whatever this is. She’s been waking every twenty minutes at night, due to a double ear infection, . . . → Read More: Why Not To Let Your Kid Get Overtired |
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